Oh, jeans torn at the knee
you lasted two, maybe three
months tops because you could not
withstand your poor knee top
sliding across carpet, gravel, and whatnot.
Patches I purchased to cover
places on dungarees torn asunder,
whose directions did not make clear
why I must place newspaper here
between the leg in order not
to bind the patch with hot
iron - like glue, impossible to pull
apart from the opposite leg once cooled.
So I look to thee, oh Toughskin pants
branded by Sears back in the days of disco
when my brothers wore many a pair
made of material of such stealth and flair--
jeans here, leisure suits there--
in every shade between blue and hair.
I'll go tomorrow and buy a pair.
So there.
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